The Street Racers – Wipe Your Brow Pal

All me mates all go ravin’
But I have to admit, I’m a bit of a git, and for the last 12 months I’ve been savin’
Me spondulics to go to a much better bash
A trip to Le Mans, doesn’t last that long and it doesn’t use all of me cash.

CHORUS
Wipe your brow pal, and forget havin’ showers
You’re goin’ to a race mate that’s great, and lasts for 24 hours

We get a ferry from Dover and after about an hour the cross channel bit is soon over
We are well on our way, and I’m dead keen to clear customs today
I’m sweatin’ with fear coz I’m carrying some gear, and I’m glad to be clear of Calais.

CHORUS
Wipe your brow pal, and forget havin’ showers
You’re goin’ a race mate that’s great and lasts for 24 hours

A Ferrari flies by and I cry (though I try not to) “Oi mate your car’s a brute”
We’re doin’ nearly 170 and frankly that’s plenty
In kp/h when you’re really f___in’ travelin’ and your mind is unravelling in France on an autoroute

We pass lots of cool cars on the way to La Sarthe
And I’ve got plenty of hemp in me bag
The music’s so loud me ears are bleedin’
As a driver I’m speedin’,
But me passengers are needin’
To stop for a p___ and a fag.

CHORUS
Wipe your brow pal, and forget havin’ showers
You’re goin’ to a race mate that’s great, and lasts for 24 hours.

We pull into a little French town, roof’s off now, and me window’s wound down
I try orderin’ some food, I hope they don’t think I’m English and rude
But as far as French goes I’m a little unsure
I say “If you please, could I have some bread and cheese”
And somehow I end up getting something they call Croque Monsieur.
  
We’re parked next to a motor with Gulf stickers
I almost wet me knickers
It’s blue, but the colour’s not quite true,
I should be a shade or two darker
I write on it with me felt marker 
I know that’ it’s naughty to tag GT40
But the bloke who drive’s it a b___ crap parker.

CHORUS
Wipe your brow pal, and forget havin’ showers
You’re goin’ to a race mate that’s great and lasts for 24 hours.

Another 200 miles and suddenly I’m all smiles
I’m ready for a night not on the airbed but on the tiles
Tent’s up, time to relax make tracks for le Centre Ville
I’m surrounded by Brits in Porches some look sick others look ill.

I’m glad I’ve stayed for the drivers’ parade
Right in front of me there’s an endless tirade
Like Armand van Helden a truly international mix
I see Johnny Herbert, Dindo Capello Jacques Villeneuve, Mika Salo,
But most of all I clamp eyes on Vanina Ickx,

CHORUS
Wipe your brow pal, and forget havin’ showers
You’re close to the start of a race that lasts for 24 hours

Now I’m hanging from a home made platform at the back of the main start/finish straight grandstand
Me best mate’s beside me I’m feeling euphoric I want to hold his hand
I’m coming up now, full of elation
We sing the anthem of every Nation
There’s 150 drivers, this is gonna take ages!

I read my Autosport Magazine Le Mans guide, the print dances off the pages
And just when I feel I can’t take any more,
Suddenly tens of thousands of horsepower all roar
Into life
I imagine Vanina’s my wife
And there she is, with her pretty little size 6 French foot to the floor.
I’m thinking - nothing is better, this is ace,
Then I realise I am at just the start of the race
Dam, drat, blast and curses
That means your gonna have to listen to,
And I am gonna have to write at least another 5 or 6 verses.

CHORUS
Wipe your brow pal, and forget havin’ showers
You’re actually at a race mate that’s great
And lasts for 24 hours.

Written, performed and produced by Gareth Jones